I fear speaking of my pain,
For fear of what others would say,
My reasons feeling so plain,
But breaking apart like I'm my own prey.
Cut and tear myself apart,
I feel as if I've been played,
Hope next time I'll be smart,
As I walk away, afraid.
You say I'm too young to know,
With that information I wonder,
How am I supposed to grow?
Retreating to silence, I'm going under.
I manage to crawl back out again,
But who knows if I will manage it next time?
Spilling like ink from a pen,
Press too hard and it breaks.